A modern hymn to Most Ancient Night, in honor of Her holiday.
Thank you, P. Sufenas, for sharing this on your blog, and for letting me know you’d be posting it!
(And with permission, the poem itself is reproduced here:)
To Nyx (P. Sufenas Virius Lupus)
I sing to you, queen before the heavens existed,
firstborn of goddesses, daughter of Chaos,
lady undaunted, her dark cloak overpowering all.
Every star in the firmament is but a fraction
of the beauty of your coronet, complete in constellations,
and the firmament itself is your thin tiara.
Pythagoras could not count the diamonds in your diadem,
nor could he calculate a single harmony of the spheres
which whirl and sing to you upon your ineffable skin.
There is no god on the earth nor goddess in the heavens
who does not exist enclosed within your blackness,
first goddess, eldest queen, dark lady over all–hail to you!